Tatras

The Tatra mountains is a place where a wolf used to wait for me daily, deers greeted me and sunsets smiled. Hiking on slippery ice, burning heat or under the stars; you can taste the air. 

Nests bring siblings together as well as birds. Laying on top of a mountain brings me a feeling that time; its overwhelming and underwhelming movement disappears. 

When the silence of growing things made us listen.

 

This a place where my brother and i would escape to every late afternoon when we were stuck in our wooden hut.

we chose to see the sunset everyday and sometimes it chose to see us.